Imagining Luz having had a rougher than usual day so she spends the night in Hunter's room because her battery is on empty and she doesn't want to accidentally snap at Amity somehow so Amity is just. Left. In Luz's room by herself deeply confused because like. "Oh Titan I'm such a bother to her that she went and slept in Hunter's room just to get away from me," But Also "Why didn't she just kick me out and sleep here herself???? Weird ass????"
i love the idea that it's a night when hunter is guarding the door protecting both luz and amity & luz is like i Need sensory quiet but i don't want to explain it to hunter that i need sensory quiet. he's gonna think i'm having emotional problems just because i'm having emotional problems. you know how he is. shhhhh 🤫😉😎
and then she just. wiggles off through the vents. or whatever.
in the morning an incredibly exasperated hunter is like "you CANNOT leave people alone in your ROOM, it is FILLED with a bunch of shit the public shouldnt see, not the least is YEARS OF NOTES ON WILD MAGIC" and luz is just like dude don't even try it. we both know amity is cool. YOU dumped her in here like a cat first, my guy. besides i don't think she even snooped. i think she just crawled onto the mattress and passed out immediately. by which i mean i know she did that because i hung out in the vents for uhhh longer than i should have
amity is indeed confused as hell but will accept "i didn't want to talk to hunter" as an answer from luz because oh lord does she ever relate. amity having slept surprisingly well herself bc she did indeed immediately pass out. waking up to a very annoyed hunter & just being like
[loooong stretch]
[blink] [blink]
[biiiig yawn]
"she said not to tell you where she was going, man. and sadly..... i think she Does outrank you."
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for the amount of time i spend thinking about erika ishii, i do not post about them NEARLY enough
everything i've ever seen them in, they have been fully dialed in. they understand the genre, they understand the character they're playing, and they NEVER. FUCKING. MISS
my current dnd character is actually based on multiple characters of erika's that i enjoy. my character is a witch (like ame of worlds beyond number fame [thank you to the witch class playtest]) but she is also a brewer who grows weed and shrooms, and deals them, and does them (and her personality is very much modeled off of danielle barkstock in dimension 20's the seven)
i feel that many of my favorite moments from erika are often focused on other characters. but many of those character moments would not have been possible without erika's incredible roleplay and sense for storytelling
and when the moment IS focused on erika's character? spellbinding. groundbreaking. from ame talking to orima in the overgrown shrine to danielle getting a nat 20 at the masquerade ball, i always fall into the scene and feel it so deeply due to erika's skill and poise and commitment to the story being told
tldr i think erika ishii is incredibly talented and wonderful
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thinking about how canonically the pevensie siblings are 13, 12, 10, and 8 in "the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe"
thinking about how lucy needed a stool to be able to get up onto her throne, how peter's sword is a little too large for him, how susan's bow is a little too difficult for her to pull back, how edmund's shield nearly covers his entire body.
thinking about the pevensie siblings and their first few months in narnia, getting to know their new people, and half the narnians sitting there horrified because WHAT have these literal babies been through to give them such traumatized, old eyes, and the other half of the narnians are preparing to adopt them, no it doesn't matter that they're the rules, they're children who are being put in charge of too many things, and if peter looks at the old man council long enough he's going to cry, so someone needs to give him paternal support while aslan is off doing Lion Jesus Stuff™️ and whoops oreius is being nice and encouraging and now he's adopted his kings and queens they're his kids now he doesn't make the rules.
just the narnians and the pevensies being thrown into it together, and just as the pevensies will do anything to protect their new kingdom, the narnians will do anything to protect their rules, because let's be honest, these children have no sense of self-preservation, and are far too overprotective of each other and their people to take into account their own safety, so a lot of battles it's just one of the pevensie siblings running headfirst into danger with oreius running after them because his kids are feral and don't know proper royalty manners and won't threatening old kings from different countries because they're being assholes and the last time one of them tried undermining the queens susan called him a self-righteous asshole and lucy tried to stab him SOMEONE help him corral his children please
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Ohmygod i have an obsession w price n witchhh!!! In my head after the events of tapped price comes back w his metaphorical tail between his legs bc before witch's wards kicked him out, she looked at him!! And was like price? And he def realised that she trusted him so much in that moment liek her instinct was to look at him bc she cannot believe he would let something hurt her let something of his (gaz) hurt her, not to deal w gaz or the fae magic, yk?? He def feels as awful as he can bc she trusted him and im making my own heart ache rn
It is genuinely so rrrrrrrrrr I am feral about that one moment in particular, because you're hitting the nail on the head. She trusted him, trusted that he wouldn't bring anyone/anything to her that would hurt her, trusted that he was looking out for her, and he gets that moment of his Witch's trust being shattered before he's forced out. That single "Price?" is a "How could you let this happen?" And it fucking kills him.
Price doesn't come by to see you for days. A week passes, then another, with his nose in his work. He can't face you, can't get your wide eyed shock out of his head, the bright crimson of your blood as it dripped from your nose. He can't shake the lingering ache of your magic in his bones, still working off Gaz's accidental curse. How could one mistake shake him so badly? Nothing shakes him.
Still, when his feet carry him down the familiar path to your garden he flinches at your sunshine. The overgrown garden that once seemed so comfortable now seems to only remind him of his failure. He stays in the treeline, watches you hum as you tend to your plants. You wipe the sweat from your forehead and roll your shoulders back, alive and well.
Why can't he forget the way you'd clung to him? His heart clenches in his chest each time he remembers the way you'd sagged against him, unable to keep yourself up any longer. It was the first time in a long time your wards had bit their thorns into him, distrustful and violent. You'd said his name like a plea for answers he didn't have, and it haunted him. How could he let this happen? How could he bring pain into your house? How could he stay away so long, avoiding you like the plague? A stern reminder of his own shortcomings.
You look towards your garden gate with eyes full of longing, something soft and sad dragging your brows together. Price steels himself to make his way towards your garden, then turns and leaves. He can face the court and all its dangers, but one witch turns him into a coward.
He makes sure to get to your garden wall before you come out the next day. Somehow that feels easier. The thought that you might look out your window and choose to ignore him sticks like a knife between his ribs, but it's better than having to approach you. When you do come out you're struggling with a tea tray, keeping the door open with your hip as you maneuver the delicate set out of your house. Price pushes off the wall.
"Let me help," He offers.
"No," you snap too quickly, "No, I'm- the wards are still all out of whack." Your explanation is almost as bad as your denial. He can feel the hum of your magic, the barrier as strong and friendly to him as ever, not a hair out of place. The wards are almost apologetic, not that Price holds it against them for doing their job. No. It's you, your expression is kind but your eyes are unsure.
You carry yourself like you did ages ago, like you don't trust him. Kind, not friendly.
Price swallows down his pride, and keeps out of your way as you set up tea on your garden wall. You set a steaming mug of spiced wine in front of him. It smells like an apology. What do you have to apologize for?
"Sweetheart," Price picks up the mug, his fingers tight on the rim of it, you hum questioningly, "you wouldn't be thinkin' of sayin' sorry for something, would you?" You pause your fussing with the precarious placement of your plate of cookies.
"Of course not," You don't look at him, "but if I was-"
"You shouldn't," Price cuts you off. He sips his mug as you fidget --he's never seen you do that-- it makes his stomach twist unpleasantly. "I would've made the same call," he assures you.
"You wouldn't have let it happen in the first place," You tell him, "I shouldn't have-" You cut yourself off, staring at your tea. Shouldn't have trusted him, Price thinks.
"I should have stopped him," he tells you.
"Is that why you haven't come to see me?" Your voice is so soft, and so god damned perceptive. The way you look at him makes his heart stop, like you can see straight through him. You'd make an excellent creditor if you ever wanted a career change, leading him exactly where you want him.
"Yes," Price admits. Your guard melts away, smile softening just for him. You could take a man's breath away looking at him like that.
"Stop that," You break a piece off one of the cookies with an air of finality, "you'll just have to find some other way to make it up to me."
"I'll think of something," He murmurs into his mug. He'd spend the rest of his life making it up to you if you'd let him. For now he contents himself with your small smile, an olive branch that what's broken can be repaired. If it ever was broken in the first place.
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Dan Heng Δ Witch Hat Atelier AU (part 2) ⋆。˚ ⋆
Fleshed out my ideas for this AU a bit more. It's surprising how much of Dan Heng's lore could fit into the Witch Hat universe.
In this AU, Dan Heng is exiled for being an inadequate successor to Dan Feng by those who tatooed the forbidden spell onto his back. Dan Heng only inherited Dan Feng's appearance but not his mastery over magic.
While in exile, Dan Feng's foes in life would hunt down Dan Heng. He never stayed in one location for too long and defended himself with "Cloud Piercer".
Then, he met Himeko, a contraption repair specialist, in a town he drifted into. She introduces Dan Heng to the Astral Express, an atelier on rails she runs alongside Welt and Pom-Pom. Thus, Dan Heng became the Astral Express' first apprentice.
Some context for those who don't read Witch Hat Atelier -
In this world spells are cast by drawing seals on surfaces using special ink, rather than incantation or an individual's inherent magic. The spell takes effect when the outer circle of the seal is closed.
Because of its ease of casting, magic is a closely guarded secret and mostly only taught to those born into witch society.
Any spells that drastically affects the mind, body or environment is forbidden and punishable by memory erasure and exile. Healing magic is considered a huge taboo and is big source of conflict in the story.
Before becoming a full fledged witch, you have to apprentice under a more senior witch.
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To any witch with holiday anxiety.
To anyone who has to hide the witchy side of themselves from family or coworkers during the winter holidays.
To anyone who has to edit their home decor before relatives visit to avoid an argument.
To anyone who can't celebrate their chosen winter holidays due to an incompatible (or unsafe) home environment.
To anyone who has to grit their teeth through religious services or family gatherings out of obligation or because they don't have a choice.
To anyone who is mentally exhausted by culturally-omnipresent religious trappings well before the holidays even arrive.
To anyone longing for the day when they no longer have to grin and bear it through seasonal festivals or family dinners or office parties where they feel out of place.
To anyone who has to put up with exclusion or insults or outright trauma that make the holidays a season to be endured rather than enjoyed.
December will be over soon. Things will get better. And someday you will be in a place and a position where you can live the life you truly want, where none of their silly little opinions or restrictions or cruelty can touch you or hurt you ever again.
Live, survive, and thrive in spite of them. And let them rot.
Stay strong. 💜
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Fun Fact: Gpose wasn't added until patch 3.1 (2015 Stormblood Heavensward), so back in the day you had to stand up against a wall or tall object and swing the camera around to get a close up shot of your character.
For action shots you had to use the emote or ability and hope your timing was good, if not you had to do it over and over again until you got the shot you wanted because there was no pause button.
No pause, no zoom tools, no lighting adjustment tools, no ability effects toggle, no face camera option, no filters, no depth of field, no reshade, no crime tools, nothing.
We were really out there suffering for screenshots.
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